Devil’s Medical Plan

rebellion_in_sanity

The call came one day,
no ringtone,
only a whisper said-
time to go.

 

A terrible pain,
an astonishment,
why me?
A man with an ordinary life;
didn't God find anything better!

 

At the heavenly entry counter;
being pushed in the line for mundane,
I waited with patience.

 

First class counter
for the accomplished,
manned by beautiful ladies,
went empty.
Wish I could step out 
and partake in that hospitality!
But the guards said 
they were not for the ordinary.

 

The serpentine line
took an eternity.
Always had to wait in queues in life.
In death,
I was stripped of everything
but, the queues remained.

 

Entry officer asked after my accomplishments?
That was in plural!
Couldn't name even one.
Earned the stamp of ‘Rejection’.

 

They forced me on a Boeing service 
to Hell's airport-
no entertainment, no food;
a low-cost, no-frills transport.
I was not afraid,
already dead, 
surely more dead was not valid!

 

In Hell's chamber,
no discrimination, no segregation:
all forced into cauldrons.
Hell seems to be a truly democratic nation.
A land of equality and opportunities 
for all.

 

An interesting point,
equality didn't need freedom!

 

Not too bad at all –
Life burned me more,
than those boiling oil in cauldrons.
Perhaps being a good citizen,
I should tell them to 
increase the heat of punishment
a bit more.

 

In that smoke-filled chamber,
I exclaimed,
"still burning fossil fuel!"
Devil urgently whispered,
"Don't be naive.
Those are flames of
Divine rage.
The rage against those 
who wasted their lives 
without accomplishments."

 

I was curious, asked:
how did God measure accomplishments?
Devil answered, 
with disdain at my lack of understanding:
"It's as per one's Earthly bank balance,
comprehend?"

 

I felt sorry for the Devil,
reduced to a gatekeeper:
sweaty all over, 
flushed face, 
suffering from a heart ailment,
and acid reflux.
God, in his compassion,
offered him this job 
and
arranged for the supply 
of medication by selling arms.
Now Devil’s ECG is coming flat.

 

Devil, again whispered,
democracy and Divinity
never shared a bed.
He felt utterly inadequate,
faced with God's penchant 
for destruction,
with cannons of His wrath.

 

Devil tried to reclaim respect,
by destroying a few things.
God threatened to withdraw 
his supply of medicines.
Divine and destruction
are identical twins.

 

God came to believe,
it was pointless to ask for love.
People only understand 
the words of fear.

 

Someone tried to block His
Nobel Peace Prize.
God advanced their expiration dates,
with stifling Divine taxes.

 

Now they are grasping for breath—

God is Power
and Power is God—
firmly established.

Comprehend???

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  • Neville


    I was hooked write from the off .. captivating poetic entertainment throughout .. respect and much of it .. Good old God .. Don't ever try flying Ryan Air tho' 😎👍Neville

    • rebellion_in_sanity

      🤣🤣🤣. Thanks a lot for your read. I hope you had a laugh. Appreciate your support 🙏

    • sorenbarrett

      Now most writes have just one hook this one should be illegal it had so many. So well done with one following another it could be the modern Divine Comedy. Daunting oh sorry that was Dante wasn't it. Very creative and the humor had me smiling all the way. Such a good fit for today you are quite the tailor, too bad all suits are mass produced today. Enough enough simply a fave

      • rebellion_in_sanity

        Deep gratitude 🙏. Really happy that it made you smile. Thank you 🙏

        • sorenbarrett

          My pleasure

        • Doggerel Dave

          I may have to abandon my stance as agnostic..... this could easily be....

          • rebellion_in_sanity

            Your support is highly appreciated. Thank you 🙏

          • Tristan Robert Lange

            My friend, this one hit sharp. Dark wit runs through every stanza...queues in death, cauldrons as democracy, even the Devil with acid reflux. That moment...“still burning fossil fuel!”...sealed it. Clever, haunting, and funny all at once…satire that bites hard and, of course, I love that! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛



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